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264: you could be my luck
I'd like to thank whoever started cultivating gladiolus from the bottom of my heart. The colour is such a delight in the middle of these storms ♥
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6 ☆ I'll burn this house, I mean it
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6 ☆ I'll burn this house, I mean it
I'm having a "where did that thought go" day.
4 ☆ would you love me for the hell of it?
I drove past your parents’ place the other day. Over the canal, towards the reservoirs, past the fields you’d take photos of from the wind...
269 : a hopeless wanderer
He's taken up rabbit watching. They tend to be smaller and less threatening than sheep, so far easier to herd. He doesn't chase...
358 ◘ driving myself home
I carry my memories of you In a cabin bag stashed in The overheard compartments And in them are the missed birthdays, the "Can't ...
53 | kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor
It's been a busy few years. But true to form, I thought we could just pick up where we left off? A couple of dog pictures and cra...
54 | you got hips like Jagger and two left feet
I was tossing this one around because the question is, when is too many dog photos too many dog photos, right? I don't think we...
7 ☆ You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath
I thought this whole "writing every day" thing would get easier every day. It kind of does, it's becoming a habit again. It ...
270 : this light is contagious
Can I get a "Hell ye-I'm-not-ready-for-this." Sport and exercise psychology and environmental management. It's get...
12 ☆ kicked out the garden of eden
My darling, someday you will fall in love. It might be when you're a teenager - fresh-faced, uncynical, the unbruised flower who has j...
167 : caught up in our wings
So the boyf is still unpacking having been home from university for the past two weeks. And I'm kind of chilling, with no loan...
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6 ☆ I'll burn this house, I mean it
I'm having a "where did that thought go" day.
4 ☆ would you love me for the hell of it?
I drove past your parents’ place the other day. Over the canal, towards the reservoirs, past the fields you’d take photos of from the wind...
269 : a hopeless wanderer
He's taken up rabbit watching. They tend to be smaller and less threatening than sheep, so far easier to herd. He doesn't chase...
358 ◘ driving myself home
I carry my memories of you In a cabin bag stashed in The overheard compartments And in them are the missed birthdays, the "Can't ...
53 | kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor
It's been a busy few years. But true to form, I thought we could just pick up where we left off? A couple of dog pictures and cra...
54 | you got hips like Jagger and two left feet
I was tossing this one around because the question is, when is too many dog photos too many dog photos, right? I don't think we...
7 ☆ You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath
I thought this whole "writing every day" thing would get easier every day. It kind of does, it's becoming a habit again. It ...
270 : this light is contagious
Can I get a "Hell ye-I'm-not-ready-for-this." Sport and exercise psychology and environmental management. It's get...
12 ☆ kicked out the garden of eden
My darling, someday you will fall in love. It might be when you're a teenager - fresh-faced, uncynical, the unbruised flower who has j...
167 : caught up in our wings
So the boyf is still unpacking having been home from university for the past two weeks. And I'm kind of chilling, with no loan...